(you’re albus)

“Albus come on, just one last kiss.” Gellert tried to persuade.

“No.” Albus said sternly, still walking around the same dimly lit light pole on the cobbly streets of Hogsmeade that they had been for approximately nine minutes straight.

You, Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore, had recently been hired as a new teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Being seen out so late would not look good for you.

Gellert ran around the pole like a little kid playing peekaboo. “Boo!” he said playfully, getting all up in Albus’ face before casually leaning against the pole with one hand in his big coat pocket.

“Still want that kiss.” Gellert pushed.

“Gellert, it’s been years.”

“And you’re not still just as in love too?” Gellert walked closer. He was only about an inch taller than you, who stood at a staggering 6’1, yet somehow made it feel like the both of you were 17 year old boys who had no clue why the boy next door made their heart do strange, strange things. The one blue eye searched his soul, presumably trying to make him feel smaller. But you wouldn’t dare cower.

“I don’t think you want to know that.” You replied.

“Oh but I do, so do you?” He tilted his head to the side.